In a burst of realization, Waylon knew Cal would confront Steph. She’d tormented him way too long. He hated seeing Cal’s sweet face contorted with shame after passing her in the hall. She always had a rude comment for him, slowly tearing him down one word at a time. But where Steph was, his friends on the football team were. Those bastards were a hard-ass crew with little tolerance for anyone outside their circle. They worshiped Waylon, but even the status of being Waylon’s best friend wouldn’t save him if he admitted to being gay.
“Do you know what you’ve done? You’ve filled Cal’s head so full of your peace and love bullshit that he probably got himself killed!”
Evan covered his ears and walked away. “Don’t fucking blame me. I love him, too!”
“You don’t love him! All you care about is his cock.”
The fist came out of nowhere, knocking Waylon back into the coffee table. He fell back, the glass top shattering into thick bits. “Get up you motherfucker!”
Waylon rolled himself up to his feet and barreled forward like he’d been trained in their tackling exercises. Both men ended up in a heavy heap at the other end of the room, the drywall dented by the weight of their bodies colliding. Waylon straddled Evan, pulling his fist back, but stopping. Evan panted, his hair disheveled. His eyes were beautiful, and he had to admit that he had feelings, deep feelings, for his teacher. That didn’t make him any less angry that he’d put stupid thoughts into Cal’s head, but he couldn’t hit him. He dropped his arm.
“I do love him,” Evan whispered. “I love you, too, Waylon. You think I only care about sex? I’ve gone over five years without so much as a date. It’s been lonely. Once I had you both in my life, I guess I was overly excited. That doesn’t mean I don’t care.”
Waylon ran his hand through Evan’s hair, and then pulled him up to a stand, broken glass falling to the carpet. After brushing themselves off and catching their breath, he tried to focus. “What should we do?”
Mr. Hawke, the intelligent teacher that taught his history class every day, emerged. His face hardened as he picked up the cordless and called information. When he asked for the local hospital, Waylon’s stomach knotted painfully.
“Well?”
“Good news, we’ve found him.” Waylon sighed, slouching forward from the rush of relief. “Bad news, he’s unconscious and badly beat up. The janitor found him and called 911.”
“I’ll kill them all!” He rammed his fist through the drywall, wishing it were the faces of his so-called friends.
“Just stop with the macho bullshit for two minutes. We’ve got to get down there. I’ll drive.”
* * * *
Waylon stepped from behind the drawn, mint green curtains pulled around Cal’s bed. He didn’t look angry, though he should be. Cal had been a fool. To think he could reform a group of jocks with nice words and honesty was a joke. Waylon had been right. It was safer to keep their private life private. After he entered, Evan followed.
“Hey, babe, how you feeling?” asked Waylon.
“I’ve been better.” His best friend surveyed the tube coming from his arm, the cast on the other arm, and no doubt his face, which probably resembled roadkill. He felt like shit, like a Mack truck had run him over, reversed, and run him over again. His ribs ached where two had been broken. When he chuckled, he winced from the pain.
“Shh. Don’t talk.” Waylon lightly ran his fingertips along his cheek, his eyes watery and red rimmed.
When the nurse came in to check his vitals, he automatically pulled away, but he stopped himself and continued to maintain the intimate contact. “Hi, I’m Waylon. Cal’s boyfriend. Will he be okay?” Cal wanted to cry. He knew how much courage it took his big, bad boyfriend to admit the fact to a stranger. It was one step in the right direction.
“He got banged up pretty good, but he’s tough.” The nurse winked at Cal and patted his hand. After taking his blood pressure and temperature, she turned to Evan. “Are you responsible for him?”
“We both are,” said Waylon with an authoritative tone.
“Well, he’ll need to take it easy for awhile. No lifting. He’ll have to come back in one week for the doctor to check his arm and ribs. These stitches will need to come out then, too.” She bent down and examined the two inch gash over Cal’s eyebrow. He’d caught a brief glimpse at himself in the reflective surfaces of the sterile room. He wondered if Waylon would still love him as much with his face marred. Waylon always told him how handsome he was, but now he had little going for him.
“No worries. I’ll take good care of him.” Waylon sat in the chair by the side of the bed after the nurse left. “You’re moving in with me where I can take good care of you.”
“That’s ridiculous," said Evan. "You’ll both move in with me. I have a house that’s paid for. No sense in either of you renting an apartment. We can pool our resources.” Be a family?
It would never work. Could it? Cal glanced back and forth at the two men. They both seemed fine with the idea, which was ridiculous. Waylon and Evan never saw eye to eye, and with his best friend’s jealous streak, it seemed impossible for the three of them to cohabitate. But here they were, agreeing, some unspoken connection passing between all three of them.
* * * *
Three months had passed since Cal and Waylon moved in with Evan Hawke. Evan still taught at the college. Waylon attended but dropped off the football team, unwilling to associate with the guys that put Cal in the hospital. Most were on probation now and didn’t dare give Waylon a lick of trouble. He behaved and didn’t pick any fights, keeping his word to leave the past alone.
Cal couldn’t face the place again, but considering the circumstances and the school wanting to avoid any bad media, they allowed Evan to homeschool him for full credit.
“You didn’t finish the assignment, Calvin,” said Evan, peering up from the table and his pile of assignments to mark.
“I’ll do it tomorrow.”
“I can’t keep giving you special privileges. You have to do the work if you want the credits.”
“Yes, teacher.” Cal kissed his forehead as he walked by to join Waylon on the sofa.
Living with two men was easier than he imagined. They got along great. If the dishes were left overnight, no one cared. If they had leftovers for three nights in a row, they just ate it. With so much in common, it was like they were made for each other.
“I’m not kidding, Calvin!” Evan stood up and marched to the sofa, kicking Cal’s leg off the new coffee table.
“Why don’t you spank him?” teased Waylon. His best friend lounged in just his boxer briefs, a constant temptation. Cal had only been permitted to engage in heavy physical activity a couple weeks ago, and he still felt pent up living with two of the hottest men.
“Now there’s an idea. I’ll teach you not to hand assignments in late.” Evan dropped down on the sofa between them, jostling the cushions. He patted his lap. “Come on. Man up and take your punishment.”
His cock thickened when Evan gave him a seductive grin, licking his lower lip in a slow, sensual drag. Cal stood and leaned over, but Evan demanded he lose his clothes first. Once naked and fully erect, he dropped down over his teacher’s lap for discipline. It felt awkward with his large frame. Evan warmed his ass by rubbing circles over the smooth globes. Cal tried to rub his cock against Evan’s thigh, but the man stilled him.
“Get me the lube, Waylon.”
Waylon shot up and retrieved one of many tubes around the house. He sat back down on the wooden coffee table facing Evan.Cal heard the spurt of lube and felt the cold fluid drizzle over his crack. There was no touching next, just a solid smack to his ass, which echoed in the room.
“What the fuck was that for?” shouted Cal, expecting some sensual loving, not real punishment.
“I warned you,” said Evan, smacking the other cheek. Waylon laughed.
He knew his men would never intentionally hurt him. They were the ones who nursed him back to health, doting over him while he healed. Wi
th the use of only one arm for months, they made sure to pleasure him day or night.
A finger trailed through the moisture along the seam of his ass until two digits penetrated him. He let out the breath he held, wanting more. When he realized both men shared his ass, playing games that made him drunk with desire, he dropped forward and submitted. One or both of the men began to finger fuck him, and delicious friction built up in his ass, making his dick hard and needy.
“Do you wanna get fucked, Cal?” asked Waylon.
“Yes!”
“You wanna fuck my ass?”
“Fuck, yeah!”
Evan withdrew his fingers, and the two men became uncomfortably silent. Cal dropped off Evan’s lap to his knees and gauged the men. They looked at each other with intensity and lust dancing in their eyes.
“You’re letting Evan ride me today, aren’t you?” He just knew. It was always a topic they never touched upon, but Cal knew their threesome relationship would never be cemented until Waylon gave up control. They had to be equals, to love each other without borders.
“Yes. You’re the meat.”
Chapter Nine
They each took a two-minute shower. Alone. No way would they come out of the bathroom if they went in together. Each naked, moist, and oozing raw masculine strength, Waylon thanked God for the path his life had taken in such a short amount of time. Cal and Evan both sported thick, delicious hard-ons to match his own. He studied them, every ripple of muscle and erotic trail of hair.
He wanted to devour them, every inch. Cal cracked his neck to the side, a trail of moisture falling from his broad shoulder, past his collar bone.
Waylon sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, another new addition to the house, and then dropped down to his back. Waylon didn’t need to ask because almost immediately a hot mouth enveloped his jutting cock. He sighed contentedly before glancing up to see which man sucked him. It was Cal. Perched on his knees, he kneaded Waylon’s thighs, making sounds of approval as he sucked, and lapped up his length. He twirled his tongue around the sensitive acorn head and teased the nub at the base, making him shudder with need.
“Come straddle me, Evan. Give me some cock.” He dropped his head and watched Evan climb up his body to straddle his chest. Dropping forward, Evan supported himself with strong arms against the headboard, allowing his cock the perfect angle to penetrate Waylon’s ready mouth. Evan’s was darker than his or Cal’s, almost purple with arousal. He loved the variety between his two men—one blond, one brunet, each unique and equally delicious. Before devouring the meat in front of him, he craned his neck and trailed a line with his tongue from the man’s tight asshole along his coiled sack. He could eat him all day and never stop. Evan shoved his cock against his lips, eager for attention. He sucked hard, earning him a sexy growl from the man. The dual action of sucking and being sucked brought Waylon quickly to orgasm. He shuddered as he released his seed. Cal clamped down over his cock, not allowing Waylon to buck free, swallowing every drop of ejaculate.
“Fuck!” Waylon was awarded his release since he’d be the lonely front of the sandwich. At least he’d have his sweet Cal’s dick inside him, pleasuring him.
“Come here, Calvin. I need you so bad. I’ve been dreaming of this for months.” Evan beckoned Cal to climb up on the bed with him while Waylon recuperated, still flat on his back.
Waylon watched as Calvin’s sleek muscular form moved with a panther’s grace onto the mattress. He trailed kisses up Evan’s thigh and sucked the bulbous head of his cock for a moment. Both on their knees, they embraced, kissing like men, their passion contagious. Waylon watched their cocks slapping against each other, their muscled chests rubbing, their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. Even after his recent orgasm, his own dick was coming back to life in a hurry, already semi-firm.
“I want to look you in the eyes when I make love to you, Calvin. Your beautiful blue eyes.” Cal dropped to his back and was immediately covered by Evan’s sturdy body. Evan reached for the lube on the night table, squirting some on his erection, rubbing it in slightly. In one firm upward stroke, he entered Cal’s rear hole. Cal’s legs were parted, feet braced on the mattress. The position screamed intimacy, love. They stared in each other’s eyes and occasionally kissed, the whole time making hard, sweet love to each other.
Waylon began to stroke himself, the image of the two men he loved fucking like a finely tuned machine made him horny all over again. “What about me? I thought Cal was going to do me.”
“Looks like you better firm up in a hurry.” Evan waggled his eyebrow. Looks like he’d be the back of the sandwich tonight.
Thanks to the erotic display, he needed no more time. He knelt behind Evan, carefully positioning his knees between Cal’s feet. He gripped Evan’s hips, still pumping into his other lover, and centered himself for his planned breach. Grabbing some of the lube from the tube on the mattress, he prepped his cock. Evan wouldn’t hold still for a minute, eagerly thrusting into Cal, so he plunged forward at the first chance. He maneuvered his hips in the awkward angle for maximum penetration, savoring the hot, tight sheath surrounding him. Nothing beat being connected by two cocks. It brought all three of them together on a new intimate realm, one pleasing the other, and all three as a whole.
“Do you like it, Calvin? Do you like my dick in your ass? Does it feel good?” asked Evan as he continued to pummel the man.
“Fucking good,” he muttered back.
They worked as a team until each man met their release, and Waylon had his second. It was magical. Beautiful. Perfect. Allowing Evan to dominate Cal’s body didn’t make him jealous or hostile. They’d grown too much as a triad for him to have any ill feelings for Evan. In fact, the love shared between the other two men warmed his heart. This new element would only enhance their sex life, and their unique bond.
* * * *
After buying all the ingredients they’d need for the big dinner tonight, they carried their grocery bags back to the car. Evan was home cooking the roast. The man was a real blessing in the kitchen. Waylon decided the time had come to reveal the truth to his family. If he wasn’t ready to face the world as a homosexual man, he’d take this first step in telling those closest to him. He invited his mom, dad, and two brothers to a planned dinner. His two oldest brothers were either abroad or out of state. Of course, he was nervous as hell. The idea of being rejected by people he loved scared the shit out of him.
They loaded the bags into the trunk. The parking lot was relatively bare, with row after row of parked cars but few people.
“You’re nervous,” said Cal, looking at him from the opposite side of the car. “Didn’t that thing help at all?”
Evan insisted he keep a butt plug in all morning. He said it would help release a constant stream of hormones to calm his nerves. Before they left for the store, Evan lubed up the neon green plug and made him bend over the hall table. He forced the rubbed toy in his ass with a quick twist and it stayed in place with little effort. Damn, he loved the kinky side of Evan. They both did. If the toy worked, he wasn’t sure. He still felt nervous, but clenching around the plug made him anxious to get home. There would be plenty of time to get frisky before their guests arrived.
“I don’t think anything could help today.”
“Will you let me do something for you?”
“What?”
Cal walked to the front of the car where they were surrounded by other parked vehicles in every direction. “Sit on the hood.”
Waylon rested his weight on the hood, stimulating his rubber filled asshole, and didn’t protest when Cal unzipped him. He watched with interest, but he also scanned the vast parking lot, some people walking too close for comfort. But that discomfort made the cock Cal pulled out of his jeans thick and hard. It felt oddly erotic seeing his own dick waving in the public outdoor area.
Bracing a hand on each of Waylon’s thighs, Cal bent over and covered his mushroomed head with his hot, sweet mouth. There was a heightened sens
e of satisfaction being in the public place, the thrill tickling his balls as he gave in to Cal’s ministrations.
Cal continued to strengthen the suction on his dick. He felt his orgasm nearing, dancing just under the surface. When he clenched his ass around the toy, combined with Cal’s suckling, he exploded. He gasped and dropped back to his elbows on the hood of the car with a hollow thud. Cal followed his movements, his mouth still wrapped around his cock. When he finally pulled off, he licked his lips and smiled. The late afternoon sun highlighted his dirty blond hair and bright blue eyes. He’d do anything for Cal—or Evan—and this dinner proved that. If he lost his family because he loved these men, then so be it. They meant that much to him.
“Kiss me,” said Cal as Waylon sat straight. He complied, eager to kiss his boyfriend’s sweet, swollen lips. “Can you taste yourself on my tongue?” he asked between breaths.
He could. There was a faint tartness in Cal’s mouth from Waylon’s cum, but it didn’t bother him. He loved the fact that Cal wasn’t turned off by swallowing because Waylon thought it was hotter than hell.
* * * *
“Hurry up,” ordered Waylon as he rushed to put the finishing touches on the table. Everything had to be perfect. The house was clean—dusted, swept, and mopped. All three of them had gone through the place like a tornado all weekend to get it ready. The table top was decorated with individual place settings in Evan’s best china and silverware. Cal picked up the centerpiece at a little shop downtown, which reflected the coming fall season with pinecones and rich colors. Would it be enough? Would it be enough for his family to accept this homosexuality?
Evan carried out the closed casserole dish with two oven mitts to protect him from the hot surfaces. He carefully set it on the pot warmer and stood back to examine the feast. There were salads, both hot and cold, fresh rolls, vegetables and a pasta dish. The main course was Evan’s roast, which he doted over all morning in the kitchen, not even coming along to the grocery store with them. Waylon realized just how much time the threesome spent together. They were like three peas in a pod and never felt caged.
Wilder, Winona - Choosing Love [Coming Out 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) Page 6